Sadie Sylvester Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

Quirky thought—prostitutes got stamina, mate. Me choppin’ trees? Knackered in an hour. Her? All night, heels clackin’—*clack clack*—like a bleedin’ machine! Sarcasm? Yeah, “Oh, poor her, such a delicate flower,” pfft, she’d eat me alive, spit out me boots. Love that grit, though—makes me grin like a daft sod. *mumbles, waves hands* Prostitute, eh? Proper star in me forest, that’s a fact!

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Man, this place is somethin’ else. The streets buzz with life. I stroll down Main St. 3rd Ave, wheres every corner has a story. The park “Heart’s Haven” is my favorite—peaceful, like a slice of heaven. Yea, I run my spa just a few blocks from it. I get mad sometimes at how busy it gets, but damn, it's real life, ya know? I hang out at “Moonlight Park” at midnight—crazy serene, like something outta Amour—“I want you to remember my face”… yeah, it sticks with ya.

Multiple candidates announce bids for the late U.S. Rep. Sylvester Turner’s congressional seat